You guys are honestly amazing, really. You gave me great reveiws and I hope I did this justice.
So I wanted to do this part with a bit of humor. The last chapter was very serious and I wanted to show the fun side of them. :) Anyway, this is only a TWO-SHOT.
It's funny how you think I'm done with you...
Eli froze. His eyebrows pulled together as he squinted his eyes and shook his head, trying to clear it. Before she could say anything he rolled over on his back, stared at the ceiling, and then proceeded to howl with laughter.
Clare Edwards never ceased to surprise Elijah Goldsworthy. She kept him on his toes, but in a good way. She confused the hell out of him, but he wouldn't have it any other way. She was like a mystery movie. Like when you think that you had figured out who the killer was, but then the movie twists and you have to go back to the starting line. She was so unpredictable. Just when he thinks that he has finally figured her out, she goes and does something completely out of the ordinary.
God, he loved that about her.
Usually he was the one making flirtatious and sexy comments. This was coming out of Clare fucking Edwards. The girl who goes to church every Sunday in her little blue dress and shiny black shoes and always had a bible in her hand. Clare Edwards, the girl who always stuck her nose up at the thought of sex.
Eli found this situation to be rather humorous.
"Clare Edwards, you dog!" Eli gasped, trying not let any giggles slip out. But of course, he failed to do so.
Clare bit her lip and stared at him, she absolutely loved when he laughed. His laugh was like a warm summer's day, the sun heating up her body. He lossed all his pride and arrogance and he just let free. He was Eli when he laughed.
Eli shortly stopped laughing and sighed happily.
"I just deflowered Saint Clare." Eli said quietly, the thought still not registering.
Clare laughed as he picked up her hand and pressed it to his warm cheek. His stubble scratched her soft hand, and it surprisingly didn't hurt at all. Eli pressed each of her fingers to his lips and gave them a slight kiss. Clare couldn't control the shiver going down her back. The mix of his lips on her skin and his eyes boring into her own made goosebumps appear on her delicate skin. It still surprised Clare, to this day, that Eli could make her weak in the knees with just a touch of his skin. When they kissed, all she saw was him. It had and will always be about him.
Eli bit his pink lip nervously. "Do you...," He drifted off as he tried to think of words to say.",Do you regret it?"
Clare smiled at his nervous demeaner. It was times like this when she fell more in love with him. It was times like this when she realized what love was. Love is caring for someone, worrying about them, living for them. No, Clare did not regret it, not one bit.
"Eli, you're talking to the girl that just threw herself at you." Clare said as she rolled over on her side so she could face him.
"Which one? Clare, you must know that many girls throw themselves at me. It's a bit of a nuisance, really, but-" Clare giggled at him and slapped him slightly on his arm. Eli smiled slightly.
"Actually, I don't have any girls throw themselves at me," Eli confessed, grinning goofily. ",But I'm glad. I have you."
Clare poked his nose sofly, chuckling, and then groaning softly at his corny words. "God, you're such a sap!"
Eli gasped mockingly."What a day! Making sweet, passionate love with Saint Clare and then having her use the lord's name in vain. Wat shall we do now? Rob a bank?"
Clare stuck her tongue out at him. "I don't need money. I got every that I want right here." Clare said, poking her finger into his chest.
"Who's the sap now?"
"Yeah, well, I'm a girl."
"Yeah, well, I'm a guy." Eli replied mocking her.
"Could've fooled me." Clare tried to keep a straight face but then cracked up.
Eli couldn't help but laugh too, there was something in the way that she laughed that made him fall for her even more.
They could have the most stupidest conversations (Much like the one right now) but those conversations always ended up beng the highlight of their day.
"Oh Edwards, your snarky replies will get you in trouble one day. Mark my-"
Clare Edwards learned that patience was a virtue when she was six years old. But now there was only one thing that she thought.
Patiene can go to hell.
She kissed his bow shaped lips, as if it was the last time she'd ever see him. That kiss made his toes curl, not that her other ones didn't, but this kiss was different. This kiss held a promise, a promise for the future. A future with her seemed like heaven, almost as if it weren't real. But it was. It was so real that he could feel it on her lips and breath and hair, he could taste on her warm skin. She was his constant. She was there when his world turned black and blue, the color of a bruise. She came even when it would hurt her, even when it would kill her. She always came. For him. He still couldn't believe that she wanted him, it seemed imposible, unbelievable, but it's true. And he was grateful that it was.
Clare scrambled on top of him, making her look like a little kid. He smiled at her sweet innocence. Clare had the ability to see everything in the best veiw possible. She trusted people with her life, even when she shouldn't, but she couldn't help it. That was how she was. Eli had always assumed the worst. He trusted no one, except her. Though they were different, they taught each other things. They learned from each other. They were shaping each other into better people. It was as if they were each other's sand paper. Both of them sanded each other until they were left smooth and touchable.
She moved her hand over his chest and stomach. Clare really did love his body. Eli wasn't packed or built, he didn't has muscles of a wrestler or abs of a surfer, but Clare loved it that way. She loved how she could slightly feel his ribs and how his stomach would tremble when she touched him. She loved how his slight muscles would flutter like a bird underneath her touch. She left a trail of kisses on his stomach, loving the senstion of his warm skin on her lips. Clare ran her soft finger tips over his collar bone, she wanted to find every secret part in his body. She wanted to find the places that only she could see.
She noticed that there was a slight smile on his beautiful face. She removed her fingers from his collar bone and pressed them against his lips. Eli's eyes fluttered open and he smiled even wider. He brought his hand up to her face and brushed away the bangs that were falling into her eyes. Eli sat up slowly so that she sat in his lap. They brought their foreheads together and their hands roamed. They each breathed deeply, as if they were sleeping, and their postures slumped into each other.
Being wth each other was effortless. They didn't need to impress or please each other, they took each other the way that they were made.
Eli gently pushed Clare down onto the bed. He kissed her cheek and her neck and nose. He kissed every part of her skin, making sure that she knew how he felt. These feeling couldn't be put into words. These feelings were powerful and innocent, they were refreshing and scary. These feeling wouldn't go away over time, they would only grow stronger and healthier. They didn't need sex to become one. As long as they were by each other's sides they were one.
Touching, discovering you.
He gently pushed into her and for the second time that night, he made love to her. Eli slowly went into her as she made those wonderful noises. He saw her small hand grip the bed sheets as he pushed deeper into her. He had to shut his eyes, she was shining too brightly. Clare's soft legs wrapped around his waist as she let out a soft whimper. Eli claimed her lips in a kiss that explained all the pleasure that he was feeling.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
That's what he said in every thrust, every kiss, every moan. That's what he would always say to her, no matter the situation. She had to know how he felt, she had too.
For the first time in five years, Eli let out two little tears. They weren't ones of sadness or tragedy, they were ones of love and happiness. Clare lifted up her head and kissed the two tears away. She brought his head down with her as they both continued to thrust into each other. They were both panting, barely able to hold in their noises. Their bodies moved together like a symphony, making beautiful music.
One thrust was all it took for them to come together. Cries of each other's names filled their ears and minds.
Eli slowly slipped off of her and laid down beside her. He pulled her so she was laying on her side, facing him. They were still breathing heavily. Their hands started roaming each other's bodies once more. They wanted to memorize each other right then and there, but they both took back their hands and smiled at each other. They didn't stop because they didn't want each other, they stopped because they realized something.
They had time.
So Eli pulled her body into his arms and they began to fall asleep. But one thing was for sure, never before had they felt so complete.
God, I love you.
...I really hope that this was good...
Be completely honest...I'm fine with people being blunt:)
...But right now I have to go write a report...
:)